Well, I guess this is growing up Someone that understands But everybody's gone It's alright to tell me what you think about me I won't try to argue or hold it against you I know that you're leaving, you must have your reasons The season is calling, your

I (I) hear (hear) your (your) breathing I (I) feel (feel) you (you) leaving A mind full of questions A current to purify Be near when I call your name Don't speak It's leaving your body now A circuit of consciousness

Out in the middle of nowhere It's so cold with nobody to hold me You're so wrong for leaving when you told me You would never leave me by myself Now I'm lost Trying to make it on my own But now I'm walking by myself I never knew what you were capable of

Well, I guess this is growing up Someone that understands But everybody's gone It's alright to tell me what you think about me I won't try to argue or hold it against you I know that you're leaving, you must have your reasons The season is calling, your